When Mr. Zhao was talking, he took off a watch and placed it on the bar, saying, "Thank you, Lao Gao."

Lao Gao smiled and took it, "Everyone is friends, why are you polite?"

The beauty glanced at Lao Gao and then followed Mr. Zhao.

After about half an hour when Mr. Zhao took the beauty away, a waiter hurriedly ran to Lao Gao and shouted in a crying voice: "Boss, Guo Xiaomei is dead in the locker room..."

-

In the magnificent five-star hotel, Mr. Zhao led the beauty into the room.

As soon as he entered the door, he couldn't wait to push the beauty down on the wall and threw her passionate kiss. Mr. Zhao's enthusiasm was like fire. His palm moved, and he tore the big red sequin fishtail skirt on her body.

The beauty couldn't wait, stripping off his clothes, and her enthusiasm was even higher.

"Little Lang girls!" Mr. Zhao laughed, took off his clothes, and reached out to grab the condom on the head of the bed, "So anxious, do you usually lack men?"

"There is no shortage of men, I lack like you." Tang Mengying grabbed him with her hand and couldn't wait to open it, "Come in quickly."

Mr. Zhao took measures and was not in a hurry to carry a gun into battle. Instead, he raised her chin and said, "Let me see your face."

"No, let's finish it first and then watch it." As he said that, he kissed Mr. Zhao's face and gently stroked him with his hands.

He took her hand away, and Mr. Zhao raised it in and pressed her against the head of the bed without any mercy, with his movements sharp and fierce.

Tang Mengying chanted loudly-Oh and shouted: "So amazing, hurry up..."

"It's so tight and so sexy, let me see what you look like!" Mr. Zhao clapped her with one hand and lifted her mask with the other hand.

Under the mask, a half-sized fire scar was on the right face, while on the left face had two big scars, drawn into an x-shaped shape, bright red flesh and blood turned outward, part of which had scabbed, but more yellow liquid flowed down.

When Mr. Zhao saw this face, he was so scared that he was so scared that he suddenly pulled out, and suddenly became weak. He flipped over and fell to the bed.

Tang Mengying was not satisfied yet, but felt her body empty and said softly: "What else do you want? Why do you run away? Come here."

Mr. Zhao couldn't get any interest, so he picked up his pants and put them on quickly, and turned around and left immediately.

Tang Mengying refused to support him and went forward to pull him.

However, the strength of men and women is destined to be very different. Tang Mengying couldn't pull it, and stomped her feet helplessly and said coquettishly: "Why do you have to force others? I hate it!"

"Ah!" Mr. Zhao screamed, and saw the small dagger inserted in his arm, and was shocked, "You...you..."

"Shh, don't be afraid." Tang Mengying picked up the mask next to her and put it on, saying, "That's all right, let's continue."

As soon as Mr. Zhao pushed Mr. Zhao onto the bed, Mr. Zhao was so scared that he retreated sharply, shouting: "You..."

Tang Mengying pointed the blood-stained dagger at him and whispered: "You must be obedient. If you don't obey, you will be inserted into your throat next."

As he said that, he sat on him with a knife, and helped him into himself, and said with a sweet voice: "Come on."

Mr. Zhao was almost scared and couldn't feel anything. He said tentatively: "Wait a moment, can I find you a cow-Lang?"

-
Chapter completed!